I did not like to alter the course of the boat, although I perceived that we were running fast from the land; for although the sea had gone down considerably, there was still too much for the boat to be put broadside to it. I cannot say that I was unhappy; I found my situation so very much improved to what it was during the darkness of the night. The sun shone bright, and I felt its warmth. I had no idea of being lost--death did not enter my thoughts. There was plenty to eat, and some vessel would certainly pick us up. Nevertheless, I said my prayers, more devoutly than I usually did. About noon, as near as I could guess, the tide changed again, and as the wind had lulled very much, there was little or no swell. I thought that, now that the motion was not so great, we might possibly ship the foremast and make some little sail upon the boat; and I tried again more earnestly to rouse up my companion; after a few not very polite attempts, I succeeded in ascertaining that she was alive. "Be quiet, Jim," said she, with her eyes still closed; "it's not five bells yet." Another kick or two, and she turned herself round and stared wildly. "Jim," said she, rubbing her eyes, and then she looked about her, and at once she appeared to remember what had passed; she shrieked, and covered her face up with her hands. "I thought it was a dream, and was going to tell Jim all about it, at breakfast," said she, sorrowfully, "but it's all true--true as gospel. What will become of me? We are lost, lost, lost!" "We are not lost, but we should have been lost this night if I had been as drunk as you have been," replied I; "I've had work enough to keep the boat above water, I can tell you." "That's truth," replied she, rising up and taking a seat upon the thwart of the boat. "God, forgive me, poor wretch that I am: what will Jim think, and what will he say, when he sees my best bonnet in such a pickle?" "Are you quite sure that you'll ever see Jim again, or that you'll ever want your best bonnet?" replied I. "That's true. If one's body is to be tossed about by green waves, it's little matter whether there's a bonnet or shawl on. Where are we, do you know?" "I can just see the land out there," replied I, pointing astern. "The sea is smooth; I think we could ship the foremast, and get sail upon her." The young woman stood up in the boat. "Yes," said she, "I'm pretty steady; I think we could. Last night in the dark and the tossing sea I could do nothing, but now I can. What a blessing is daylight to cowards like me--I am only afraid in the dark. We must put some sail upon the boat, or nobody will see us. What did you do with the bladder of liquor?" "Threw it overboard," replied I.